Zander Hellion and Marilla Shellock. The demon king of the Underworld and The siren queen of the seven seas. They're mates. But they hate each other to their very core. While Zander's reason to hate Marilla is justifiable, Marilla hates him just because he hates her. It's as simple as that. Although she knows that she could stop his accusations if only she told him the 'actual' truth but she can't because of....well, secrets. When Mellisa, the ultimate queen, sends the both on a quest to find a 'thing' together, Zander and Marilla have to make sure they don't kill each other during the journey or worst yet, FALL for each other. And while everything seems to sail fine, they realize the 'thing' they've been searching for might not even be a thing. To top it, Marilla's jealous sister turned evil, Layla, is suddenly too interested in them. . . .

What if Vox Machina had another member in the group? What if there was another girl to add to the group and even the odds? Well... this is the story of how Ro met an odd group on the way to find her brother Nathaniel. After abandoning and leaving her original group to find herself, she finds that she may not be alone in this cold and harsh world. (Ro is NOT canon in the real Vox Machina story! This story won't be entirely canon either! Also there will be references of other campaigns I like called Dice, Camera, Action! Nights of Eveningstar, and Castle of Ravenloft! Enjoy!)

When Percy de Rolo ran from everything he'd ever known, he didn't just leave his home and family behind. He also left you. And you didn't forget. A Percival De Rolo x Fem!Reader Fanfic! || This story will be following events that occur in both the Animated Series "The Legend of Vox Machina", and Campaign 1 of the original Critical Role series. Spoiler Warnings are in place!|| || Art belongs to Saigar.art || Ranked 1st in PercyDeRolo Category - August 2022 Ranked 1st in Role Category - September 2022 Ranked 1st in CriticalRole Category - September 2022 Ranked 1st in VoxMachina Category - September 2022 Ranked 10th in DungeonsandDragons Category - September 2022

BOOK 1 OF THE GIFT CHRONICLES ••• When the Moon Goddess created the first werewolves, she split one soul between the two of them, thus creating a perfect soulmate for every werewolf thereafter, known as their mate. Upon the birth of a werewolf, she assigns them with a supernatural ability, known as their Gift••• Ares is a killer. During the day, she is busy fulfilling her duties as the Gamma of her pack. However, before anyone wakes, she sneaks out to unclaimed territory and assassinates rogues to avenge her parents' murder. The Moon Goddess made the mistake of granting her the ability to materialize weapons at will, and Ares fully intended to use her powers as much as she could to deal out vigilante justice. Cain, the cruel Alpha of the Blood Lake Pack, has given up on finding his mate. At 28 years old, it seems unlikely that he will ever find her. All hope is lost until he meets the shockingly violent Gamma from a neighboring pack. His only problem is, she won't go with him easily. Highest Ranks: #1 in Love• 8/7/19 #1 in TeenFiction• 8/30/19 #1 in Luna• 9/2/19 #1 in Rogue•8/9/19 #6 in Werewolf•8/12/19 #7 in Alpha•8/12/19 #3 in Mate•9/2/19 #1 in Supernatural•8/20/19 #1 in Assassin•8/30/19

Tommy has just gotten exiled by his best friend. Though he escaped by using the wings that had grown out of him when he was only 6 years old that he had inherited from his father. Dream is hunting Tommy down and is in search for his blood. What will happen when Tommy's most prized possessions, his wings, are taken from him?

This story is available on Radish. (Link/Info in my profile) Every single year, every unmated wolf travels to the small town of Westwick, Utah, a designated no man's land within the numerous packs of the United States... the home of the highly anticipated Westwick Ball. A large gathering of werewolves solely designed to aid in the effort of finding a mate. Every year, hundreds of werewolves end their night in their mate's arms. What will this year bring? {}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{} Lana Nicole Mercier is human. Or so she thinks. Under questionable circumstances, she leaves her perfectly cozy college life for the holidays in order to meet the absentee father she never in her life put much thought into. He pulls her into a supernatural world filled standards and traditions for women... or as they say, she-wolves. Lana Nicole, however, has never been one to conform or submit to anyone's standards. At least until HE catches a glimpse of her. River Miguel Carson, one of the Ten Grand Alphas, was born and raised to be the ruthless leader of a pack. Despite his many accomplishments, female conquests, and feral public image... River has always been a man of tradition whom above all desires the one thing that has alluded him for twenty-three years: his perfect little mate. A pretty little thing that he was raised to protect, pamper, and rule over. Little did he know what fate had in store for him at the Westwick Ball.

The annual Running games have come around once again for Zuri, daughter to the twilight moons gamma. She managed to last till sunrise last year but someone has shown up for the hunt this year. Being a stubborn female that is a trained fighter tends to be a turn off for most males. However, not all males like to give up the challenge. Two packs containing the best warriors in the world have shown up, and they don't like pushovers. It's only a matter of time before she draws attention from males that she can't outsmart. And that might be the best thing that ever happened to her. (Note: This series doesn't contain full length books, rather it is a collection of shorter stories. These stories were written to be a quick, yet nice, read. Other books written that are not a part of this series are full length books.)

Every year, two times a year, the Heat occurs. Unmated females with their first heats are let out in an expanse of territory where they are forcefully mated and claimed by the unmated males. This year is Cassandra's first heat. And she is determined to come back unmated. Note: Everything but cliche. This means - No male Alpha mate - No winning all the time - Fears from the main characters - A nice guy - No "mine" - No weak Omega mate - Grave injuries for the main characters - Necessary deaths (I'm not the author who writes the names of all the characters on a piece of paper and then picks one haphazardly to kill them)

Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.